Chapter 1535: Fanwai 63-only the king can save you

He was a cold, and his body quickly rushed up. When the black shadow was close to the ink wind, the ghosts made a move, and a red light like a long sword slammed into the solitude.
Du Gu Zenan flashed his body and escaped the red light. He also sent a white light to the ghost.
Mo Qing winds up and sees that they are fighting, wanting to stop and can't stop.
What are you doing, what are you playing?
"Ink girl!" Nalan Yuyu arrived, and the warm face showed a touch of anxious color, just about to pick her up.
In front of the flash, the body of Mo Qingfeng floated from the ground, and then flew to the arms of Du Gueren.
Nalan Yuyu's hands were squatting in the air, and the anxious cockroaches flashed a touch of color.
Du Gu Zenan held Mo Qingfeng in his arms and said coldly to the ghostly murderous ghost: "This deity will spare you a life!"
He is now saving people!
As soon as he swept his body, he returned to the courtyard where he lived, and put the wind of Qing Qing, who was sorely dying, on the couch.
At this point, her face was pale as paper, sweating all over her head, and she felt a pain in her heart.
Du Gu Ze Nan Jun's face flashed a worries, quickly took out a black pill that was shining in the shadow and sent it into her mouth. The slender finger clicked on her chest and took the pill.
He lifted her up, and he sat cross-legged behind her, putting his hands on her back, using his inner air to help her hold this fairy.
After half an hour, the pain of this fatality gradually disappeared, and the consciousness of the ink wind gradually recovered.
Du Gu Zenan lifted her down and let her lie on the couch. She was filled with distressed feelings, sitting on the couch and drying the sweat on her forehead. She gaze deeply at her pale face.
"How many years of repair do you have to do this?" Mo Qing looked at him faintly and asked in a low voice.
"Don't say this, you have to rest, one hour, don't get up." He just calmed the scent of her body and couldn't force it out. After three days, the celestial spirit will recover again, and then it will be tortured. she was.
Du Gueren is very deep in the South, it seems that it is really necessary to go to the Royal Ding Beast Hill to find the dragon spirit beads, only the dragon spirit can be forced out of her body.
"The deity goes to look for Xia Xia to take care of you."
Solitary Zee came out, seeing the ghost standing in the corridor, the green scorpion flashed with a strong killing look at him.
Solitary Zenan looked at him coldly, red-haired green eyes, white skin like snow, remembered the that was hugged in the air of the Eight Kings, and raised his brows and smiled: "A phoenix wants to defeat the deity?"

A ghostly look: "Do you know my identity?"
"Eight hundred years, still the same, can you not know? You are so lucky, the soul is injected into the useless cock, in order to meet the wind, or you are still wandering in Montenegro, do not know how many years to recover Original."
Ghostly surprised to see Duolzen South, just now the thick killing intention has long disappeared. When he was fighting with Duolzen, he felt the darkness of the other party. This breath is very familiar, but can’t remember Who is he.
Listening to him now, he looked at him with astonishment. The nobleness of his body is like the gods, and the darkness is like the smell of the Pluto.
The ghost is trying hard to think, who is he?
Eight hundred years ago...he knew everything eight hundred years ago, who would he be?
Solitary Zenan looked at him coldly, his thin lips twitching, and he did not interrupt his thoughts.
Suddenly, the ghosts screamed and looked at the solitary Zen, and the mouth twitched for a long time before he was shocked: "Master? You are the king of evil, master?"
The solitary Zenan poses a smashing squat on the sleeves, and glances at the ghosts coldly: "Sleeping for eight hundred years, forgetting the deity, rolling over to the wall!"
"Master, don't, ghosts are just awake, the brain is not good..." The ghost came forward and wanted to ask for the forgiveness of his own fault. If the words were not finished, a white light caused him to flash. The white light hit a sycamore tree behind him. Looking back, I saw that the tree was smashed with a big mouth.
Ghostly standing, sweating on his forehead, looking at the shadows of the distance, how dangerous, when did the owner become so violent?
Really great, I didn’t think of enlightenment, I found the owner so quickly!
After the ghosts and the solitary Zenan left, a white shadow flashed into the house.
Nalan Yuyu stood in front of the couch, and Huanhua looked worriedly at the people on the couch.
Ms. Qing is so tired, she keeps her eyes closed, and Nalan Yuyu comes in. She knows that her senses are very good. She does not need to open her eyes to know who is standing in the house.
Nalan Yuyu has a faint plum blossom scent, and he has been familiar with him for a long time.
"Are you seriously injured?" Nalan Yuyu spoke, his voice was hoarse and worried.
If she is not seriously injured, how can she hurt like that?
Just now, he saw it very clearly. She was very painful, her face was pale and her consciousness was not clear.
"Yeah." Mo Qingfeng sighed softly and was considered injured. Like her, it was more serious than the injury.
"Who is the ghost, why does he call your lady?" Silence for a moment, Nalan Yuyu asked, just outside, the ghost said she was his wife.
"Magic pet." Mo Qingfeng opened his eyes, and Yu Hua was dull. He looked at Nalan Yuyu: "What is Nalan's son looking for?"
Nalan Yu’s heart is a bitter smile. Is there something to find you?
"Worried about your injury, when were you injured, why didn't I know?" When she challenged to clear the building, she was still fine. Since she took over the house, she almost knew what happened to her. Let her hurt like this? Where was the injury, why didn’t he know?
"Old problems." Mo Qing vomited three words, how is it hurt, she did not know, even the solitary Zenan did not know, Mo Qingfeng frowned, the United States revealed a touch of perseverance, regardless of this fairy is Where does she come from, she must drive it away from the body!
She is not a fairy, she does not need this fairy!

Can there be an remedy for the remedy?
asked Nalan Yuyu.
"Yes." Mo Qingfeng looked at Nalan Yuyu. Maybe she didn't want him to worry about it. She smacked her lips and revealed a smile: "I know medicine, I will also make medicinal herbs, and naturally I have remedies." My old problem is just a bit complicated, not a good one for a while."
It may be that she talked more in one breath, she gasped a little, and her face was pale.
"Nalan son, I am so tired, I have to rest."
Nalan Yuyu nodded: "You are good at raising a disease, you don't have to worry about clearing the building. If you want to go to the medical center, let's put it down and let the disease go well."
"Yeah." Mo Qingfeng gently sighed, it was too tired, she closed her eyes, in front of it.
Nalan Yu Yoga looked at her affectionately. She was so weak and very pampered. She wanted to share some of her pain.
After a while, he quietly left, and before he went out, he gently closed the door.
"Nalan Gongzi." Just out of the door, Fu Xixia came over with a bowl of millet porridge.
"What is this?" Nalan Yuyu glanced coldly at the things in the bowl of Fu Xiaxia. The sound was very cold.
Nalan Yuyu is a person of indifference, but in the face of Mo Qingfeng, it will show a gentle side.
"Millet porridge, the solitary son let Xiaoxia send the girl to the ink." Fu Xiaxia said, and the girl likes to drink millet porridge.
Nalan Yuyu took the bowl from Fu Xiaxia’s hand. "She slept, go back to the house, and later give it to her son."
"Yes." Fu Xiaxia answered with respect and respect, then turned and left.
"and many more!"
Fu Xiaoxia turned and looked at Nalan Yuyu: "What is the order of Nalan?"

What is Solitaire Zenan doing?

"It seems to be adjusting interest in the back mountain." Fu Xiaxia said indefinitely, when he told her to take care of the ink wind, the ghost was also there. She seemed to hear him say to the ghost before she left, let him not bother him, he wants to Behind the interest rate adjustment, the ghost said that he is guarding him, not speaking, and will not disturb him.
"Know it, you will step back." Nalan Yuyu said.
"Yes." Fu Xiaxia said, turned and left.
Looking at the millet porridge in the bowl, Nalan Yuyu’s indifferent shackles, a layer of darkness...
The moonlight is beautiful tonight, the moonlight is coming in through the window, and the whole room is dyed with a thin layer of silver.
Inside the house, a white figure disappeared silently in front of the bed, standing still, and the eyes were not stunned, looking at the beauty on the couch.
Although the ink wind is closed, some people appear, she still knows.
The breath does not pass through Lan Lanyu, nor is it like a solitary south, not even a ghost.
Is it him?
Mo Qingfeng slammed his eyes and it was Chu Muchen.
"How did you come in?" The Qinglou was guarded by strictness. When the construction was completed, the enchantment was set up. Even if it was alone, the gate was not opened, and it was not always possible to come in. How did he come in?
Mo Qing was so cold that he was sent to the door, and he was sent to death!
Chu Muchen stood there, Bai Ruyu's face was so dark, and it was white, but the atmosphere of the whole body was very dull.
Mo Qingfeng did not move, just looked at him coldly.
"Only the king can save you!" For a long time, Chu Muchen faintly opened, and Huahua flashed a haze.
Mo Qingfeng smiled coldly: "Do you think that you can go out from here to clear the building?"
"You are the body of a mortal, the scent of the body, only the king can save you."
"How to save?" Mo Qing wind smiled, there is no free lunch in the world, he saved her, must tell her the conditions.
Is he so bold to come in, just to save her?
The face of Mo Qingfeng was a little cold, and the beauty was cold and cold, and his heart was not rare.
"The scent of your body will erupt sooner or later. At that time, you will explode and die. You are just a mortal body. You can't control the fairy scent. The person who injected the fairy into your body has not realized it. Once he realizes, You will be powerless." Chu Muchen's gaze locked in her pale face, his voice said low.
Mo Qingfeng frowned, his eyes looked coldly at Chu Muchen, and he asked: "Do you know who injects this fairy into my body?"